live to eat or eat to live

After coming to Canada, the worst part is feeding the kids. In Malaysia, it was easy. They had their breakfast at 6.45AM, went to school at 7AM, had snack(bun,milo and curry puff) at school at 9.30AM, lunch(pasta, chicken rice or things like that) at 12Pm and. School finished at 3.30pm. They normally had a curry puff or pisang goreng on the way back home from school. Dinner at 6.30pm..
Now my oldest don’t eat breakfast, she has 3 cookies for snack at school. She has a sandwich for lunch at school, she might eat something when she comes back from school. dinner.. no problem.. she will even eat an elephant. Dinner is the only solid meal of the day.
Much as I try, I can’t get them to eat the way we did in Malaysia. Even when i pack a nice lunch and send it in a keep warm box, she won’t finish..”The bell rang before i could finish” is the usual excuse.(she only gets 30 mints and being closer to a tortoise.. she would be nibbling the food)
A friend of mine who is a peadiatrician in Malaysia, said her son was the only recipient in his class for the govt sponsored nasi lemak, for undernourished kids.He was few kilos below normal weight.. My kids are following the same path.I am worried that one of these days, the child service would come knocking at my door to tell me that I am neglecting the dietry needs of my growing kids.. However that wouldn’t be as bad as what would happen in a couple of months.
In a couple of months from now, mom would be here.. At the airport She would lift each child and then she would shake her head left to right, making the ptu ptu sound. She would then look at me and ask me for sure” what have you been feeding my grand kids?? AIR??? Then the barrage of criticisms would burst out like a breach in the levee..
I must remember to buy ear plugs!!!

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